City of Angels

A Poem To drive, endlessly. Look at the sky. It’s so orange. Why is it so orange? To drive, endlessly. Into the fire, The hills that are boiling; The end that is nearing. To drive, endlessly. Like a lone coyote, slinking Through the desert As night winds howl. To drive, endlessly. North.  As North asContinue reading “City of Angels”

Dreams of a Settlement

A Poem All my cold is left in dust. Suck the wind from my walls, And leave me tumbling in deserts. I’ll pray I’m struck by a bolt of lightning. So I’m left running, And groveling. Touch the leaves on my fingers And brush the flowers in my eyes. Tear my trunk to shreds. DrinkContinue reading “Dreams of a Settlement”

The Man Across the Street

A Poem Don’t go on Google if you fear pedestrians Or pedagogues Or pedicures. Lock your doors, And don’t look for shadows. You’re better off under the covers. Don’t eat candy. Travel in groups, And avoid eye contact with passersby. Gain height And put on muscle. Try to age as fast as you can. GrowContinue reading “The Man Across the Street”

Threnody

A Photographic Series and a Poem Eons of human suffering roll in tumbling clouds over towering mountains. Endless pain and turmoil thunder down upon those who cast about false optimism.  The devil disguises himself as saints, Wraps his wretched hands around their throats And squeezes them to death, Such that the Dark Ages never end.Continue reading “Threnody”

The Woman With 10,000 Faces

You walk with me along these lamplit streets. You touch me, And I melt. You are my story; Our fusion. I reach ecstasy in your eyes. I would touch you… But you have 10,000 faces. You are water on a desert plain; A fickle oasis. Ten thousand shapes, Ten thousand sizes. You, My greatest idea.Continue reading “The Woman With 10,000 Faces”

Melrose

A Creative Nonfiction Piece by Luke Nelson You should be grateful.  You should feel blessed.  Look how beautiful this place is:  Wide open skies,  Finely trimmed hedges,  Pretty little houses.  Look at how good you have it. See this utopia of American dreams? Feel the lull and the sigh?  You are perfect in the beauty.Continue reading “Melrose”

The Eyes of God

A Poem by Luke Nelson In a foreign land there lie mountains of rock and of stone. A Wind blows through the gullies, A Hum through the towering trees. In these mountains there is a deep gorge ascending downwards. No man has been to the bottom; It is observable only by the strong-willed thrill-seeker, TheContinue reading “The Eyes of God”